mistertickle123
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As a very young man, starting out in the mailroom of a large international company in NYC back in the mid 70’s afforded me many an opportunity to deliver parcels to quite a few of the female secretaries and administrative assistants.
Back then there was no such thing as a ‘business casual’ dress code. Men wore suits or trousers with button down dress shirts & ties and the women, regardless of their position, wore skirts, dresses, heels and hosiery.
The executive 21st floor, was a treasure trove of beautiful nylon clad women’s legs and feet and I’d linger long there, taking in the incredible sights and fantasizing about tickling and playing with them all. From girls my age to working moms, to older mature women, Asian, African American, Hispanic & Caucasian, all of them never failed to catch my eye. One girl who was in her mid 20’s named Michelle, was a fan of shiny suntan colored pantyhose. She was close to six feet tall in her stocking feet and she loved showing off those legs, a notorious flirt, she’d see me coming and tease me terribly by turning her chair, crossing those long, shapely legs and dangling a heel from a pretty, pedicured and painted set of toes clad in in those sheer pantyhose she loved so much.
She wore lots of short dresses and revealing footwear, high heel strappy sandals, slingbacks, peep toe heels & slides but her favorites, and mine as well, were her very sexy Candies. She had a number of pairs in different styles & colors.
I’d compliment her legs, feet, footwear and outfits every day and the more I did so, the sexier she dressed and the more we flirted. She loved the attention and after a while I told her about my fetishes, how legs, feet and nylons turned me on, how fondling them, non- submissively worshipping them, and especially tickling them was a turn on greater than sex for me. She confessed that she loved the way she felt and looked in nylons and embarrassingly admitted to being very ticklish but unaware of how ticklish she’d be in pantyhose.
To say that she was curious about learning more about my kinks would be an understatement which excited me even more. She noticed how mesmerized I’d get whenever she teased me and it became the sexiest of games with her until finally she agreed to let me have my way with her lovely legs and feet but in a public place.
Michelle had a boyfriend so our get togethers mostly revolved around the work day/week. It was obvious that her man had no interest in what I loved and so we both had fun whenever we could until our company was purchased and her position was made redundant. We lost track of each other soon after that happened but we had a lot of exciting adventures.
We started meeting for lunch, often sitting in a quiet, small restaurant or on a park bench in Battery Park which was across the street from our offices. She’d kick off her shoes, position her long legs on the seat and then place her pretty feet and wiggling nylon encased toes in my lap and let me massage and lightly tickle her legs and feet, nervous at first, but excited and loving the sensations that my fingers gliding over her sheer nylons made, got her space snd tingly, it all took her to another place.
After that first day in the park, she would willingly allow me to tease and tickle her silky stocking clad legs and feet thoroughly all during lunch. She would giggle and squirm and moan so sensually when my roaming hand would caress her thigh creases and wet mound. She rarely pulled away from my fingers that moved so effortlessly all over the slippery nylon surface of her feet, legs and crotch.
Tickling Michelle, especially in public, excited her tremendously. She confessed to something I already knew about her. She was a hopeless exhibitionist.
The more crowded the places we would meet, the higher up the insides of her nylon encased thighs I’d tickle her, the more turned on it got Michelle. There was also a spot on the bottoms of her feet, where the toes connect, that was a serious erogenous zone for her. She soon stopped wearing panties under her hose and loved when I’d tease and tickle the spot between her legs through her nylons.
There was a small bar in the lower level of our building that was nicknamed ‘The Sink’. It was a small hideaway, an oasis of sorts, one of the owners played on a industry based softball team I was on, where one could sneak away during the day or after work for fairly private rendezvous. Michelle and I would visit on occasion, find a table in a dark corner, and I’d sensually tickle her and finger her to orgasm. She actually gave me her first foot job ever in that bar, with one bare, after I tore open and peeled back her pantyhose, and one sheer nylon clad foot that she alternated back and forth, most skillfully for a beginner, until I exploded. She said that it really got her off knowing she could induce this level of eroticism with just her nylon and bare feet and toes. I joked with her as she struggled to remove her ripped and wet hose in the dark bar before heading back to the office saying that it would be the first time I ever saw her without hosiery on.
My attention was also drawn to a much older woman named Noreen whom I had struck up a friendly relationship with while I was playing with Michelle. Aside from the fact that she had beautiful legs and feet, wore very sexy stockings and heels and understood my fetishes, better than me, she was quite an interesting woman. We chatted often and she was extremely skilled at teasing this young nylon, foot and tickle fetishist.
Noreen moonlighted as a phone operator for a fairly high end escort service in Manhattan and had some hilarious stories to share. She was very worldly, very experienced and as I found out incredibly ticklish.
More on this incredible woman later.
Back then there was no such thing as a ‘business casual’ dress code. Men wore suits or trousers with button down dress shirts & ties and the women, regardless of their position, wore skirts, dresses, heels and hosiery.
The executive 21st floor, was a treasure trove of beautiful nylon clad women’s legs and feet and I’d linger long there, taking in the incredible sights and fantasizing about tickling and playing with them all. From girls my age to working moms, to older mature women, Asian, African American, Hispanic & Caucasian, all of them never failed to catch my eye. One girl who was in her mid 20’s named Michelle, was a fan of shiny suntan colored pantyhose. She was close to six feet tall in her stocking feet and she loved showing off those legs, a notorious flirt, she’d see me coming and tease me terribly by turning her chair, crossing those long, shapely legs and dangling a heel from a pretty, pedicured and painted set of toes clad in in those sheer pantyhose she loved so much.
She wore lots of short dresses and revealing footwear, high heel strappy sandals, slingbacks, peep toe heels & slides but her favorites, and mine as well, were her very sexy Candies. She had a number of pairs in different styles & colors.
I’d compliment her legs, feet, footwear and outfits every day and the more I did so, the sexier she dressed and the more we flirted. She loved the attention and after a while I told her about my fetishes, how legs, feet and nylons turned me on, how fondling them, non- submissively worshipping them, and especially tickling them was a turn on greater than sex for me. She confessed that she loved the way she felt and looked in nylons and embarrassingly admitted to being very ticklish but unaware of how ticklish she’d be in pantyhose.
To say that she was curious about learning more about my kinks would be an understatement which excited me even more. She noticed how mesmerized I’d get whenever she teased me and it became the sexiest of games with her until finally she agreed to let me have my way with her lovely legs and feet but in a public place.
Michelle had a boyfriend so our get togethers mostly revolved around the work day/week. It was obvious that her man had no interest in what I loved and so we both had fun whenever we could until our company was purchased and her position was made redundant. We lost track of each other soon after that happened but we had a lot of exciting adventures.
We started meeting for lunch, often sitting in a quiet, small restaurant or on a park bench in Battery Park which was across the street from our offices. She’d kick off her shoes, position her long legs on the seat and then place her pretty feet and wiggling nylon encased toes in my lap and let me massage and lightly tickle her legs and feet, nervous at first, but excited and loving the sensations that my fingers gliding over her sheer nylons made, got her space snd tingly, it all took her to another place.
After that first day in the park, she would willingly allow me to tease and tickle her silky stocking clad legs and feet thoroughly all during lunch. She would giggle and squirm and moan so sensually when my roaming hand would caress her thigh creases and wet mound. She rarely pulled away from my fingers that moved so effortlessly all over the slippery nylon surface of her feet, legs and crotch.
Tickling Michelle, especially in public, excited her tremendously. She confessed to something I already knew about her. She was a hopeless exhibitionist.
The more crowded the places we would meet, the higher up the insides of her nylon encased thighs I’d tickle her, the more turned on it got Michelle. There was also a spot on the bottoms of her feet, where the toes connect, that was a serious erogenous zone for her. She soon stopped wearing panties under her hose and loved when I’d tease and tickle the spot between her legs through her nylons.
There was a small bar in the lower level of our building that was nicknamed ‘The Sink’. It was a small hideaway, an oasis of sorts, one of the owners played on a industry based softball team I was on, where one could sneak away during the day or after work for fairly private rendezvous. Michelle and I would visit on occasion, find a table in a dark corner, and I’d sensually tickle her and finger her to orgasm. She actually gave me her first foot job ever in that bar, with one bare, after I tore open and peeled back her pantyhose, and one sheer nylon clad foot that she alternated back and forth, most skillfully for a beginner, until I exploded. She said that it really got her off knowing she could induce this level of eroticism with just her nylon and bare feet and toes. I joked with her as she struggled to remove her ripped and wet hose in the dark bar before heading back to the office saying that it would be the first time I ever saw her without hosiery on.
My attention was also drawn to a much older woman named Noreen whom I had struck up a friendly relationship with while I was playing with Michelle. Aside from the fact that she had beautiful legs and feet, wore very sexy stockings and heels and understood my fetishes, better than me, she was quite an interesting woman. We chatted often and she was extremely skilled at teasing this young nylon, foot and tickle fetishist.
Noreen moonlighted as a phone operator for a fairly high end escort service in Manhattan and had some hilarious stories to share. She was very worldly, very experienced and as I found out incredibly ticklish.
More on this incredible woman later.
